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 ï>¿THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE

   by UncaBa

   (Mf, Mg, ped, noncon, slight sci-fi)

   Note: This story concept is based on an old sci-fi movie I saw years
ago. The "wave theory" idea struck me one afternoon and I began pounding
out this tale.  I saved it to Google docs and worked on it for months, bit
by bit.  I realize the protagonist of the story has so far not made love to
the girl, but it just didn't work that way.  If you are looking for a quick
stroke story, I have not yet developed that talent.  This story -- is what
it is...  enjoy.  - UncaBa

   ----

   I'm 28, a PhD, and lucky to find myself well off due to some investments
in Apple and Wal-Mart at an early age, plus the recipient of a trust fund
that gives me a sizable income on its own.  I"m not married, preferring to
travel the world as a "full time student." As a consequence, I've become
one of the more knowledgeable scientists regarding what are commonly called
"brain wave" functions.  The boys in black suits, aka US Government types,
came to me with an offer I knew I shouldn't refuse.  They wanted to give me
all the equipment I wanted, a generous salary with perqs, several lab
assistants, all in a lab hidden away in the Rockies near Colorado Springs,
nestled among a large research university.  I had the anonymity of a
college professor hidden in plain sight and the joys of nubile co-eds all
around me.  Life was going to be REEEEAL good.  I took the job and built a
gorgeous home nearby.  It was a ten minute bike ride to work (and a
grinding 30 minute bike ride home!).

   As a researcher in a well known large college, I had the opportunity to
experiment in lots of ways with brain wave functions.  One of my research
assistants had discovered a way to record and differentiate among waves
during different behaviors.  For example, I could tell by brain waves if a
person were being misleading in statements, or even if they were THINKING
of being misleading.  Such a discovery had obvious value to law enforcement
as well as CIA types - and of course the ever present "None Such Agency" or
NSA - the boys in black.

   While working on this process, I wondered if the waves had a physical
"sound." I theorized that if you recorded the waves, then amplified them
and send the waves back through a speaker, you could "hear" a person
thinking.  Then I wondered if hearing this sound could it evoke the same
emotions in others.  The question was also, AT WHAT VOLUME would it have to
be played, if it worked at all.

   We tried the idea by recording "fear" in mice, then playing back through
speakers to other mice.  At first, even low levels of the playback evoked
other mice to go completely insane with fear - to the point of instantly
going into catatonic shock - being literally "scared to death." The NSA
boys would be REALLY interested in the applications of that idea, but I had
another brain storm: What if it applied to sex.

   You see, in spite of the beautiful coeds and VERY willing young female
assistants in the lab, I was more interested in those under the age of...
say...  14.  Yep, I was a closet pervert, a pedophile of the most
suppressed level.  I could use the vast set up of computers at my disposal
to look at whatever pedo porn I wanted, and that seemed to satisfy me
completely.  My sexual urges were taken care of either by a willing
assistant, or some other coed who admired my deep blue BMW AMT with the 551
horsepower engine that caused females to giggle and shiver in lust just to
hear it deeply rumble as I passed by.  The damned car was an orgasm on
wheels.

   My idea manifested itself by a chance encounter with a young female
researcher.  She was already hooked up to the brainwave recording machines,
had her skullcap on, and was just finishing another experiment when I came
in the lab.  She turned to me and began babbling about the progress she was
making.  At the same time, she was coming on to me.

   I moved in to her and kissed her.  We had made love before at my home on
the mountainside but I had never plonked a gal while in the office -
preferring to follow the "don't fuck too close to the flagpole" rule.

   Nonetheless, we began to engage in some heavy petting right there.  As
she shed her labcoat and began to take off the skullcap an idea struck me -
what if we recorded sexual activity, especially orgasm?  I told her to keep
the cap on and then reached for the RECORD button on the machines as she
reclined on the lab table.  She realized what I was doing and grinned a
sexy smile as she opened her legs to me.  I went down on her, feasting on
her sweet pussy, building her to a huge orgasm in just a few minutes.  As
she lay gasping in bliss, I reached over and hit the STOP button.  I then
pulled the skullcap off her and pulled it on to me while she went down on
me.  I recorded my own orgasm as I pumped a quart of sperm down her
talented throat.

   I edited the recording into just the high points of orgasm, those few
seconds when bliss and tingling are firing synapses all over the body, then
wrote it to a DVD.  The next question was "On whom do I experiment?" - I
thought of myself but decided to have a neutral, unsuspecting subject.  It
was a dangerous idea that needed careful documentation and long years
before a live human subject was used.  I packed the DVD in my briefcase and
headed home.

   When I pulled up, there was another car in the drive in front of my
tri-level home.  My home was designed so that one could only see the wide
garage door and the double front door as you pulled up my drive.  They were
surrounded by high rock walls and allowed entrance only through those
doors. When one entered the main door onto a platform looking over the
lower levels, the view was breathtaking.  It looked through 25 foot high
windows down the other side of the mountain to the valley and city below.
Cascading levels and a glass elevator took one from level to level as the
house wrapped itself in an increasing arc around the mountainside.  It was
truly an amazing house, built of huge beams of western cedar and polished
granite.  Exposed rocks appeared here and there throughout the house,
adding to the feeling that the house was as much a part of the mountainside
as the trees and rocks.  I had no yard to speak of, nothing on the exterior
to tend except for the few plants on the front door side.  It was the ideal
bachelor pad.

   The car, an Audi SUV, belonged to my brother.  He was a golfer and boat
salesman from Boca who did well himself, especially since he had the other
half of the trust fund, along with a trophy wife and a gorgeous 11 year old
daughter.  Kayla, or KK ,was my "shadow" whenever they visited, following
me through the house and even taking to coming to the lab with me.  She was
as bright as they came, an A student with honors classes already and
colleges clamoring for her attention even at her young age.  She knocked
the top out of the Duke University Scholar Identification exam given
usually to high school age students in an effort to recognize top students
for recruitment.  When she set the curve, scoring the top score possible on
the test at age 10.  On top of that, she was a knockout whose tiny boobs
were just beginning to bud and her legs and hips beginning to show the
curves and oily-smooth gait that would make men of all ages sigh as she
passed.  Her tan complexion made her truly a fantasy "Girl from Ipanema."

   "UncaBa!" came the shout as she exited the car.  The name came from a
mispronunciation of "Uncle Bob" when she was learning to speak and the
whole family picked it up.  Since she was two, I was known by all as
"UncaBa."

   I sensed I was going to be wrapped by Kayla into a vicious bearhug.  She
wore tiny short shorts and a crop top that hid very little of her growing,
firm tits.  They jiggled a bit as she ran toward me, hinting that they were
not constrained by the ever popular but useless "training bra" that so many
preteens seemed to desire as a badge of puberty.  KK, however, had no such
compunctions.  She thought bras were confining and ridiculous, as did I,
and she knew I shared the same feelings.  She had been caught swimming
naked in my indoor lap pool on the bottom floor one morning.  I had seen
her when I came in to take my daily laps.  We talked briefly about why she
felt that way, all the while I was ogling her flat chest (at the time) and
smooth, lean body.  Her mother was tall and she had inherited the lean
lines of a classic beauty.  I noted her tan lines were blurred, probably
because she had been sunning naked at some time in her own hometown - a
popular idea in her own house since her parents were rather lax about
nudity and sexuality in their home.

   "UncaBa, can I stay with you while Mom and Dad go skiing up in Aspen? 
Pleeeease?  I hate it up there with all those boring yuppies and idiotic
bottle blonde sorority girls.  Pleeeeease?" It all came out in a tumble of
words as her parents laughed.  Jim, my brother, and his wife Tanya (a true
White Russian from a family of the Old Money aristocracy) was strolling
over looking sheepish that his plan to gently ask had been subverted by
KK's impetuousness.

   "Yeah, UncaBa, would you...uh...  mind if T and I went alone this year.
KK always hates it.  I mean, she likes to ski but hates the social scene
because so many folks up there are so shallow and superficial." Tanya, or
T, eased up in the same smooth gait of a tall woman who had the grace of
ballet training and the self-confidence of a Woman of Means and pecked me
on the cheek, at least the cheek that was not occupied by my human leech,
KK.

   "Sure!  Anything for my girl!" I cheered as I pecked KK on the nose. 
She squealed in delight and hugged my neck with such force that I had to
protest, albeit feebly, that she was choking me.  I staggered in mock
faint, reaching for the nearby rock wall for support.  KK pulled back,
momentarily frightened that she had indeed hurt me.  As I panted and gagged
with melodramatic overacting, she finally realized the joke and swatted me
on the shoulder.

   "Thanks again, brother," Jim said as he and Tanya quickly returned to
the Audi for KK's bags.  They set them in the front door while explaining
that they had dinner reservations in Aspen at an exclusive place and they
needed to hurry.  It was SO like Jim to be presumptuous - taking advantage
of my hospitality.  Before I knew it, they were gone, waving as the car
pulled down the drive.  I set KK on the ground and we went in the door to
pick up her bags.  There were plenty and they were heavy.

   "My Gosh!  What have you packed?  Are you staying forever?  Geez... 
Uuungh!" I moaned as I lifted two of them and took them to KK's regular
room down the upper hallway.  "I dunno," she groaned, following.  "Cleo
packed most of it and I just threw in a couple of things." (Cleo was Jim's
long time live-in au pair whom he inherited from Tanya's family.) The route
took me over a walkway that looked down off the mountain face.  I got a
glimpse of the SUV as it pulled through the valley below.  KK eased up next
to me and followed my gaze.  "Well, it looks like I'm yours now and for the
next few weeks." I bumped her shoulder, gave her an "evil" grin and mimed a
vampire.

   "Ah-a-aaa, the better to suck your bl-ahhhd and turn you een-to my
slave, my dear." She recoiled in mock horror and I chased her down the
walkway, dragging a hundred pounds of luggage between us.

   Things were quiet after I got her settled in and we had a small dinner
of fruit and chicken salad I threw together with a light raspberry
vinaigrette dressing.  KK pronounced it "wonderful" and we chatted,
catching up on each other and the progress I had made on the house.  I had
added some security cameras inside and out (and a few hidden ones as well -
but I left that detail out), and even a pressure trigger on the drive a
hundred feet away from the house so when a car passed over it, a signal
light went on in my office and bedroom.

   After dinner, I went to my bedroom to grab a quick shower and change for
bed, while KK got settled in .  She was trying to decide whether to call
friends or take a swim.  I allowed her the freedom to make her own choices.
In my room, I took a long hot shower after a quick workout.  During my
shower, my mind wandered to KK's developing body.  I was tempted to give
myself a quick wank but decided against it.  I dressed in pj bottoms and
wandered down the hall, calling KK's name and asking where she was.  No
response.  What happened after that is the changing moment in my life. 
Something that could make me both richer than Bill Gates and more bound for
prison than the worst pervert.

   I knocked on KK's bedroom door.  No answer.  I went down the elevator to
the pool area and she wasn't there either.  All the while, I kept calling
her loudly.  My fears began to raise with each passing minute.  I went up
to my office, on the same level but on the other side of the walkway past
the front door.  My plans were to check all my security cams and perhaps
even run back the tape to see if I could follow KK's recent moves.  As I
came around the corner in my office, there sat KK with headphones on.

   "Hey kiddo!  No wonder you couldn't hear me.  You've got those
headphones on too loud." I griped as I approached her.  She was facing away
and seemed to be tapping her feet to a fast beat.  As I came around in
front of her, I froze.  KK seemed to be in shock or some sort of seizure.
Her eyes were unfocused.  She was drooling from slightly opened lips.  Her
breathing was ragged and shallow.  Her body was jerking in a slight
vibration that caused her hips to twitch, her pelvis to jerk forward in
what was nearly a lewd move.  Her shaking hands held her small portable CD
player.  I passed my hand in front of her eyes - nothing.  When I touched
her shoulder, she suddenly moaned.  It was a sound I had heard before, only
not from a 12 year old.  It was the yowl of a female cat in heat - that
plaintive, long, drawn out lust-filled exhalation of a pussy that ached for
relief, broken only by quick gasps of ragged breath as saliva drooled down
her chin.

   "KK!  KK!  What's happened!  Sweetie, what is the matter.  TALK TO ME!"
I shouted in her face.  Her eyes flinched in the volume and maybe from the
spittle.  I was close to panic.  She was behaving as if she had experienced
having about a hundred orgasms...  something had triggered this frantic
sexual response...  what had???....

   "OH NO!  Ohhh, God!" I moaned.  I looked down at my open briefcase, the
open CD case and knew what had happened in an instant.  I reached down and
found the STOP button on her CD player.  It was as if I had hit her between
the eyes.  She jerked, panting hard like a runner, and fell back in my
office chair.  Her eyes closed and one hand began to move over her stomach
and fondle her small, firm breasts as she moaned a softer version of that
same sound.  After a while, KK opened her eyes and looked at me as if she
didn't recognize me.  Her lips moved.  She was saying something, only she
was too exhausted to say it.

   "What?  What are you saying KK?" I leaned in close, tilting my head so
my ear was near her mouth.  When she spoke, her breath tickled my ear and
what she said gave me chills to the soles of my feet.

   "Fuh..  muh...  Fuhhh..  Fuuuuuck ...  Fuck me, UncaBaaaa.  Fuck me
now....please...NOW!...Fuuuuuck meeeeee...." she moaned in progressively
louder volume.  Her hand snaked around my neck and pulled me closer her.  I
tried to turn my head to say something but her lips closed over my mouth in
a torrid tongue-lashing kiss that I was sure NO other 12 year old could
master.  I responded briefly before I caught myself and pulled away.  "KK,
what's the matter...  wha- what has happened?"

   Her legs kept clamping together, then spreading wide, then clamping in a
spasm.  Her hips hunched occasionally as she clutched me to her chest.

   "oh...  OHgod..  UncaBa....  I gotta...  I neeed....  I'm going crazy
'cause I ...  I gotta fuck...  someone....ohgod....  pleeease...." was all
she could say.  I looked down to see her shorts soaked in the crotch with
what I could smell was pussy juice.  This girl was in the last stages of
excessive arousal.  I grabbed the CD player from her and opened it.  Inside
was my CD from the lab.  KK must have seen it in my briefcase and decided
to see what were the listening tastes of her uncle.  She put it in her CD
player and played the short, cycled bursts of pure orgasmic brainwave
activity, written over and over onto that CD...  and it triggered that
response in her.

   KK was hunching against my leg like a dog in heat, rubbing her crotch
against my pocket in a desperate effort to continue that feeling.  "Ungh...
ungh...  rrrrrrrrrrungh.....  ohgodohgod..  ungh!  UNGHHHH!" she grunted,
working hard at it.I could sense the desperation in her voice.

   I'm only human.  I could only stand this frenzy for a few seconds before
I decided to go ahead and give it to her.  I pulled her close to me and we
fell on the deep carpet in my office.  Her lips came to mine and she moved
over the top of me as my hand found her zipper.  I popped the button to her
shorts and moved my hand inside of her panties.  She was panting harder
now, in that lustful frenzy that young lovers all recognize as the result
of their youthful hormones doing their job.  My hand worked down inside her
panties, past the newly emerged fine hairs, to the nub of her clit.

   "UNNNNNGH!  yes YES unngh...UNNNGHHH....YEEEESSSSssssss!" she humped my
hand, pressing with her other hand to make sure I hit the right spot and
the necessary pressure.  Her crotch was soaked!  She was literally drooling
from her pussy.  At last she peaked after I gently pinched her clit.

   "AUUGHH!  OwwwWWWWowowowowow!  OhgodddddddUNGH!  She spasmed violently
back and forth, babbling about 'so good' and 'ohgod, uncaba' as she enjoyed
all the delightful parts of a full-blown orgasm.  I held her tightly as she
shook and humped my finger.  Her legs clamped to hold my hand in place as
she gritted her teeth and grunted as if she were lifting weights.  Finally,
she relented and fell back in a boneless faint, gasping for breath, heaving
great gulps of air as she recovered.  I eased my hand out of her pants and
tugged the zipper halfway up.  As she got quieter, I noticed her eyes were
closed.  Her face held none of the tension and emotion of only a few
moments ago.  I realized what had happened - she was asleep.  Sound asleep!
Gone into a deep, untroubled, exhausted sleep.  Her head lolled back, arms
limp, legs falling akimbo as I moved to get out from beneath her.  I rolled
her onto her back and finally had a moment to look at her.  Her cute little
"innie" navel peeked from beneath her top which had drawn up during her
exertions.  I touched her face.  Her swollen lips ached to be kissed again.
She was so beautiful, so peaceful, so desirable.  I also came to the
realization that my dick was rock hard and my own shorts were damp from
leaking pre-cum.  The fingers of my hand drifted to my nose as I took in
her scent, the scent of an aroused woman's lubrication fluids.  It was a
heady, musky scent.  Clean, yet with that undertone of sweat and pussy.  My
dick pulsed and I felt my own underwear get damper.  I wiped my hand on her
shirt, feeling the rise of her boobs, the ones that were so new and the
source of both pride and insecurity.

   I gently touched the swell of her small breasts, feeling their firmness.
My hand drifted down her side to her hip and down her legs.  They were
firm. The odor of her vaginal secretions drifted to me, making my dick
pulse again.  I leaned down closer like a paint sniffer trying to get the
most from the addictive smell.  The pheromones must have been thick because
all I wanted to do was to eat that sweet cunt until she screamed again. 
When it dawned on my that she was not going to wake up, I carefully lifted
her and took her to her room.  I laid her on her bed, pulling the coverlet
over her.  As I left I took one more look.  She had returned to being that
delightful young pre-teen that I so adored.  I pulled the door closed and
went back to my office.  The headphone and CD player were lying on the
floor.  I picked it up, put the headphones on and sat at my desk.  I turned
the volume all the way off and hit PLAY...

   At first, I couldn't hear anything.  As I turned the volume up, a
hissing sound rose.  At once, my dick was hard and my ears were tingling. I
put one finger on the volume and one on the STOP button, fearing that I
would end up frozen in time like KK.  The hissing had an odd pulsing sound
to it.  I turned it up a bit more and it hit me - BAM!  I was in full
orgasm...  my dick was emptying into my shorts, continually pumping, even
after I was drained.  The feeling was not amazing - there is no word to
describe an endless orgasm.  My breath was halting, stabbing, grunting.  I
couldn't control it - and I didn't WANT TO!!!  This must be the feeling a
heroin addict has as the drug hits the veins.  "Ungh-Ahhhhhhhh...  I moaned
on and on....  It was nearly without description - the feeling of a
continuous orgasm...  no wonder those lab rats starved to death when given
a choice between and orgasm and food, they chose the orgasm until they died
from malnutrition!  I moved to lean back in the chair and the CD player
fell off the desk to crash on the floor, pulling the headphones off my ears
with it.  It was a fortunate turn of events as I had lost the ability to
turn it off.  I found myself panting, my pants full of sticky cum, my dick
only half hard.  The whole incident had taken less than a minute yet I had
never cum harder in my life.  I was drained and still experiencing those
little aftershocks, my dick pulsing and dripping one more final drop.  As
my breath calmed, I realized one thing - that I was going to be the richest
man in the world...  able to control entire kingdoms if I wished.  I knew
"THE SECRET" behind all sex.  What I wanted to do more than anything was to
pick up the headphones and slam the CD into PLAY again and again.  I also
knew that would be a very dangerous thing to do.  I took the CD out and
locked it in my safe, then showered and crashed in my room.

   NEXT MORNING ---

   My wonderful Mexican housekeeper, Rosa Melendez, let herself in the
front door as usual on Friday mornings, ready to find a house empty but
knowing that there were gatherings of 10 or more people who often showed up
Friday nights.  The plump, late-forties woman worked her way through the
house until she found KK.  She sighed, knowing who she was, and tidied up
the rest of the house, then fixed a hot breakfast and woke KK up.

   "C'mon chica, Ya gotta get up and get showered.  Your tio Roberto will
be up soon and you should be ready to go to work with him.

   "Hi, Rosa!" KK mumbled as she stretched, feeling somehow wonderfully
rested and invigorated.  "I think I'd like to take a quick swim and get a
workout before I dress." KK stumbled out of bed to the bathroom, peed and
then rummaged in her luggage for her swimsuit.  She usually brought a one
piece racer-style suit that she used with the slalom water skiing team at
school.  All the while, she was racking her brain....  what had she done
last night?  How did she get into bed?  Wasn't she doing something...?  The
time change from East coast to Mountain Time must have done her in, she
thought.  The last she could remember was UncaBa chasing her around the
house as she unloaded her luggage..  and then...  nothing...!  "Hm...  I
must have been really tired!" she mumbled as she pulled the suit up her
legs.  When the crotch snuggled against her pussy, she sensed a slight
burning sensation.  She bent over to look at her nearly bare crack.  It was
a bit red and raw.  The suit would rub that into a really uncomfortable
rash if she wasn't careful.  Maybe she'd just leave the suit...  nah.. 
Rosa would have a stroke, she reasoned.  She grabbed a towel and headed
down to the pool.  I had mentioned it was a lap pool...  but the dimensions
were amazing...  it was five feet deep at one end, went two lanes wide for
50 feet along a solid rock wall on one side and windows looking over the
valley on the other.  Only a small walkway of teak flooring lined the pool
edge.  The hum of the pool pump could be heard quietly as she entered the
room.  Off to one side was a door to a men's and women's changing room with
a steam/sauna room in between.  She loved to get in the sauna for a quick
heat-up, then stretch her tired muscles and jump back in the pool to cool
down as she swam a few laps.

   ---

   I woke with a start.  Looking around, the events of the night came
rushing back to me.  A dampness in my crotch attracted my attention.  I
looked down at my soaking pants and realized I had cum in my pants for the
first time since I was in high school.  "Amazing," I muttered.  The effects
of the recording worked even hours after I had listened to only a few
seconds of it.  This discovery had world-changing possibilities.  I had to
keep it a secret until I decided how I was going to reveal it.

   I got up and pulled on a comfy pair of old chinos and no shirt, then
wandered to the kitchen to find Rosa fixing my usual breakfast while
clearing dishes away from the dishwasher.

   "I take it you see that KK is here, again, Rosa.  Is she up yet?" "Si,
she went to the pool for a workout, she told me," Rosa said while putting a
plate of eggs and bacon in front of me.  "She looked like she was tired
from her trip, I think.  Her bed was damp from sweat and she smelled...  I
dunno...  funny to me.  I think she might be sick."

   Probably the sweat from cumming all night in her sleep, I'll bet, I
thought.  If the effects were the same for her as for me, she must have cum
like a banshee in her sleep.  I hope she's OK.  Finishing the eggs, I
quickly left to go check on her.  I took the back stairs down to the pool
area, quietly entering through the back service door into the changing
room. I supposed that I could have used the security cameras to spy on her,
but decided to see her in person, to make sure she was OK.  I peeked out to
see that she was finishing a lap.  I changed into one of my suits in my
locker and dashed out the door to jump into the pool with a big splash. 
The shock of the cool mountain fed water was a tonic to my sluggish self
and I surfaced with a rush, wiping water from my eyes to see where KK was.
She had not seen me until it was almost too late and had pulled up nearly
on top of me.  My hands landed on her head and shoulders and I pulled her
to me in greeting.

   My eyes nearly bugged out of my head as I realized she was naked in my
pool.  Her soft naked body drifted against mine as my hands wandered down
her back, feeling no suit or bra strap to hinder my progress.

   "Whew!" she gasped as she held on to me.  My feet touched bottom as I
held her and looked into those amazing azure blue eyes.  "You scared the
heck outta me!"

   "Sorry, luv.  I was just coming down to check on you.  You were out last
night and I had to carry you to bed from my office, " I explained, trying
to make it seem normal.

   "Your office?  That's where I was?  Wow!  I- I don't even
remem...well... I kinda....no...Gee...  I must have really been tired!" she
mumbled.  My hands were now holding her sides.  The swell of her new
breasts were against the heel of my thumbs.  I felt a swelling in my suit.
Her lack of clothing suddenly dawned on her and her hands flew to her boobs
as she backed away.  "I'm sorry...  I..  my suit was too tight and I had...
uh....  I was sore..." she ran out of explanation for a second.  Her eyes
drifted to my chest, then back up to me.  "I hope you're not mad because I
didn't put any suit on...  I love it so much like this.  It's so...  I
dunno, freeing..."

   "Hey, sweetie, I will not be mad as long as you remember who is in the
house and that some of my guests might get the wrong idea if they suddenly
came across a lovely nude lass swimming in my pool.  You are...  SO lovely,
KK.  I want you to be as comfortable here as you can be at your own home."
As I spoke, she got a strange look in her eyes and moved up against me
again.  Her hands drifted around my back, pulling me against her lovely
breasts.  The nipples were rock hard pebbles in the cool water and I could
feel them against my chest.

   "Oh, UncaBa.  I love you," she moaned as she hugged me tighter.  I knew
she could feel my erection in my jeans.  It seemed for a second that she
was hunching against it briefly.  Yes!  There it was, again.  Her hips
flexed, rubbing her pussy against my cock!  "Mmmm...It feels so good to hug
you," she moaned again.  Her legs wrapped around my hips and she pulled
herself tighter as her hunching grew more obvious.  She lay her head
against my shoulder and her hands wandered down my back to slide inside my
suit.  She reached deep down the crack of my ass, squeezing my cheeks
gently.  If I didn't stop this soon, I was going to have to fuck this gal
right here in the water.  I carried her to the side of the pool and
deposited her, pulling away.  When I looked at her, her eyes were glassy,
her face completely devoid of emotion, as if she was a robot.  I looked at
her breasts, which were now at face level to me.  She suddenly grabbed my
head and pulled me against her chest, pressing my mouth against a tiny,
hard nipple.  I could only do one thing, kiss and suck on it as she coo'ed
and moaned, writhing against me.  I shifted to the other nipple and her
moaning increased.  "Ohhh...  Godddd...  ohgodOhgodOhgod..." she chanted as
she humped against me again.  I laid her back on the teak deck and
extracted myself from her arms.  Her hands went immediately to her crotch,
rubbing and pulling at her pussy.  Her fingers frantically flicking her
clit.  I was lost.  The sight of that nearly bare, sweet pussy was too much
to resist.  I had to eat it, to taste that virgin twat...now!

   I dove into her sweet bare pussy, licking her stiff clit and easing a
finger into her vagina as she humped my face.  Suddenly, her butt raised
off the floor.  Her hands pressed my mouth against her clit as she climaxed
violently.  She grunted and shivered as she came and came, panting in fury
and something approaching raw anger.  "Grrrr...ohgod..  so goooood," she
grunted and humped my face for nearly a minute.  I felt her pussy contract
against my finger over and over, clenching in ecstasy.  Finally, after a
long drawn-out spasm, she fell away in a dead faint.  Her eyes were closed
and she lay back, her body occasionally twitching in the echo of her
orgasm. I watched her pant for a while, then got out of the pool and went
to change clothes.  I realized when I took off my suit that I had cum in my
pants again.  I had not even felt it, but the gooey mess was there as
evidence.

   "I'm going to be the richest man in the world," thought as I went to see
how KK was.  She was sleeping soundly, snoring gently as she lay there.  I
pulled her the rest of the way onto the deck, covered her with a towel and
went to dress for the day.  As I rose up the elevator, I could see her
turning sideways to snooze a bit more.  My fingers came to my nose, the
aroma of her sweet pussy redolent in the air.  "And, I'm going to fuck my
niece...  tonight, I think."
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